She had to laugh. “I don’t think anyone has ever called me a good example! But I like the sound of it.”

As they relaxed into the swaying of the coach, Kendra gazed out the window. “I do hope Mrs. Lowell was my midwife. As I said, the name sounds vaguely familiar, but I might be imagining that.”

“If she was the midwife who attended you, she’ll know what happened,” Lucas said confidently. “If she wasn’t, she’ll know the other local midwives who might have been called. One way or another, you’ll be able to make your peace with your child.”

She hoped so. Lucas was a wonderfully comforting man.

As they turned onto the main road to Great Dauntrey, Lucas said reflectively, “As a baron, I control the livings for all the parish churches that are on my properties. The rector of Camden is old and in failing health. His wife died recently and he wants to move in with his oldest daughter and her family. Do you think Mr. Hutton would be a good replacement?”

“I think that’s a splendid idea!” she replied. “He and his wife were kind, intelligent, and helpful. They both seem caring and if all those books are any indication, Mr. Hutton is a learned man as well. Any parish would be fortunate to have them.” And rectors had good secured incomes, which would surely be a blessing to Mr. Hutton and his family.

“I’ll talk to Uncle William about this. He’ll want to meet Mr. Hutton, but I think he’ll approve.”

“Denshire controlled several livings. When one became vacant, he sold it to the highest bidder, which is typical of him.” She gave Lucas a sidelong glance. “I’m glad you’re more concerned with the welfare of your parishes and their congregations than with your income.”

He grinned at her. “I have no expensive vices, so I can afford to be generous.”

She laughed. He’d be embarrassed if she said that he was generous because he was a good man, but he was. The world needed all the good men it could get.

* * *

Mrs. Hutton’s directions were clear and it wasn’t difficult to find Mrs. Lowell’s home, a small stone cottage set back from the road. Smoke trickled from the chimney, so there should be someone home. Lucas helped Kendra from the carriage. “You may have your answers soon,” he said quietly.

She managed a smile. “I hope so. When I know what happened to my Caitlin, I’ll be free to return to worrying about my other problems.”